Page 62 of Miss Belief

He grinned, closing the distance and framing my face with his hands. “You’re stunning.”

“You’re overdressed.”

His chuckle filled the room. Then it was his turn to step back. He began with his tie and then unbuttoned the dress shirt. Jesus, I’d never experienced anything hotter than watching this man undress, his eyes not leaving mine.

The anticipation crackled through the air. I half expected the moment to be interrupted with a knock on the door or an urgent phone call. That would be my luck. But fortunately, nothing spoiled the moment.

Reid stopped stripping once he’d fisted his T-shirt over his head and lost his shoes, choosing to leave his trousers on—much to my disappointment.

I made to lose my high heels too, but he wasn’t having it. “No, leave them. I want to fuck you with them on.”

His command was hot. Not to mention unexpected. I would have expected polite Reid to ask if I minded. But polite Reid wasn’t here. He’d been replaced by alpha Reid. And I loved every second of it. I didn’t hesitate to move onto the bed, watching him remove his belt before he stalked toward me.

He leaned over me, grasping both ankles and pulling me to the edge of the bed and closer to him. I gasped when he knelt down and rubbed his hands along my thighs. His touch was warm, sensual, and unhurried. Once he’d slowly trailed his hands up to my hips, he hooked my thong with both thumbs and peeled it down the length of my legs, afterward tossing it onto the floor. His eyes burned into my skin as he looked up, lust evident on his face.

“Christ. You’re perfection. Take off your bra. Let me get the full vision.”

I undid the front clasp, letting the material fall away to the sides and grinning at his growl.

“Jesus. You’re more than I ever could’ve imagined.”

He widened my legs with the width of his shoulders as he dipped his head, landing kisses on my thighs, then above the place I desired him most.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to taste you?”

Wait. What? “How long?”

He blew a warm breath over my most intimate place, causing a shiver through my body. “Truth?”

“You’re between my naked thighs and inches from my pussy. I don’t believe a lie will do.”

His sheepish grin made me giggle. “Since the first time we fake kissed in my apartment.”

I sucked in a breath at the admission. “You’re serious?”

He moved forward, running his tongue along my seam. Oh. My. God.

“Would this tongue lie to you?”

“Not if it’s busy doing other things.”

His chuckle was muffled once he dove into my center.

I gripped the sheets, trying to anchor myself for his welcome assault. I’d never been the type of girl to come quickly with oral, and yet here I was, already on edge, rocking my hips against his face, panting like I’d run a race.

“Please,” I begged, needing the release more than my next breath.